When you can't find any nights to celebrate a Late Za Birthday/Early Me Birthday/Za Going Away Party, there's only one thing to do...get hammered on a Monday night and call it all three. And that's what we endeavored to do. With Hessica as my driver (Home, James!), Za, Gavroche, T, McButter, Jacks, Marg, Glass and a few others descended on Skylark. We start during football at T and Za's place, getting green and watching the decoration of the Christmas tree, and the lighting of the non-denominational Menorah. I'm already in fine form when we leave the apartment, and an entire j on the way helps matters along.
At first, I feel like an idiot. I've picked the Skylark as our venue because I've heard some good things about the Monday night festivities there. T is skeptical as she claims the last time she was there it was like a Mission Marina. We walk in, and there's no one there. I mean, the bartenders and djs and a few people are there, but it's pretty empty. T views this as a vast improvement.
As the night moves on, the place starts to fill up. And then comes what we came for. I had been told about the Monday Skylark night by a guy that works at the Shack named Hopper. Apparently, they didn't have anything on Monday night, and he approached them about throwing a party. This is also the same bar that the Shack's anniversary party was held. But the beauty of Monday night at Skylark is the reggae themed music and the ability to sit in the back and smoke. I asked the bartender who said, "You can't smoke in a bar. But this is reggae night. We turn a blind eye." Let me just say...the ability to smoke a j in a bar is both a blessing and a curse...you don't have to go outside to do it, but as a result, you sit there and chain smoke which can lead to some incoherency issues.
And the evening ended with some of those issues...next up...the office holiday party, where last year I had to drive someone else back from the restaurant.
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